Sitting at the station,
Watching all the trains go.
They arrive. They depart. My beating heart.
watching all of the trains go by.
They go by. They go bye.
I see them with my eye.
I cry.
The people get on. People get on, and are gone.
Quick as the dawn.
Why? I can't go too.
The train, I can't afford to board.
It's true and it makes me blue.